The Devil

He comes with his sad story, and my heart can relate.
I'm soft, I want to love and heal,
Yet, there is something behind his eyes I can't see.
I see it slowly -- after every drink -- what I'm really worth.
To him, my worth is degraded to the level of his pain,
Like a ragdoll for you to shake around,
I give you the power you crave,
A cheap defeat.
Instead of growing, you chop.
Me down, to the size of your broken ego,
But only in your eyes because the truth prevails.
If I shine like I could, it will crush you,
So you play with my head because she is fragile.
Confidence turned into a weapon
From an enemy, she couldn't recognize,
Her love, the one she promised to be one with,
He is the only one he cares about.
His glory is my sullen face, after every drink,
Now he is king. Boasting on my vulnerable compassion,
Turned into a sling-shot
Slapping my love back in my face,
With a laugh at how much of a fool I've been.